summer hibernation day thirteen: i am listening to rachmaninoff and reading about the theory of relativity and drinking two different kinds of water. (i have spoken to one person today and that was to say "okay," when the guy who works behind the deli counter said "that will be five dollars and ninety cents.")

"el dolor popular"

this morning i woke up at 4:26am. now it is 7:04am and i feel like reading the sad part of 'peter pan' (about how he can't get back inside the window), but i don't have the book at my apartment. so i guess i will just try to remember it instead.

footnotes: the cat is meowing. i am supposed to interview a band this afternoon; it will be the fourth one this week. (i am getting tired of asking people questions about inconsequential things.)

"the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”

today i interviewed rocky votolato over the phone and we bonded over the fact that both our dads were in motorcycle gangs. (it is rare to have this in common with someone.)

i dreamed about seashells again.